Page 29 of Neon Pestilence
“Thank you, Mortella.” The Doctor’s voice drips over me like warm honey, and all sense of control starts to escape me. His voice is like an aphrodisiac, bringing me to my knees with each syllable. “You’re free to go; I can take over from here.”
Heat floods my body, but his words cause my skin to pebble. My curiosity is at an all-time high, and I can’t keep up.
I turn to my masked man, not expecting to see him standing there with a palm open. A piece of fabric lies against the worn leather, threatening to spill through his fingertips. I reach out and touch it, feeling its softness against my skin.
“Turn around,” his smoky voice commands.
I turn away from him and scan the crowd. We’re at the base of the stage, the stairs just feet away from us. I wonder what he has planned for me?
His hands linger as he ties the fabric around my eyes, blacking out my sight completely. I’m floating in a dark abyss, unprepared for what's coming next, and that makes my thighs slick.
My core burns as he places his hand against the back of my neck, leading me to what I assume is the stage.
Music thumps around us, the sound ofEscape by ILLENIUMmaking the moment even more euphoric.
He squeezes the back of my neck, his touch commanding yet comforting. My heart pounds, my thighs clenching to relieve some of the pressure building there. I take a large step, my boots clinking against the metal under me.
Clink, clink, clink, clink.
There’s a total of eight steps; the last one creaks loudly, causing my heart to sputter. It’s hard to trust your steps when you can’t see what’s happening under you.
Ten steps and another squeeze on the back of my neck, we stop again. I hear hushed murmurs floating through the air. The sounds confirm my suspicions. I’m on the stage now.
“Hallow Lands,” The Doctor’s voice booms over the crowd, radiating from the speakers. “Welcome to the Hallow Rite. A night we canfullytake control of ourselves and be free.”
The crowd whoops, their voices loud and full of energy; a feral buzz ripping through the night like a fever.
“And tonight, I have a very special show for you.” Roars echo through the woods, so loud I can hear it shaking the metal hanging above me.
A pause, electricity cracks through the air, fueling the crowd.
“Are you ready to worship?” He yells into the crowd. His voice is like a war leader’s; strong, unyielding, and it brings me to my knees. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can feel him walking around me, the heavy gait of his boots shifting the floor under me. The crowd is loud, their yells trumping the hypnotic sounds ofWitch Doctor by ATLiensradiating around us.
“Are you ready, little raver?” He breathes onto my neck. A line of goosebumps pebbles across my skin, my body becoming a live wire under his whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, my confirmation sealing my fate.
The world spins, his strong arms pushing me over something. My body turns hot, and the feeling of the crowd’s eyes burning into me causes my stomach to tighten.
His large hand runs down the center of my back. His touch is light but demanding, and fuck, I’m doing everything I can to stay upright.
Cold air rushes my ass, a slight breeze causing my pussy to throb. Did he just?
His hand smoothes my dress away, leaving me bare to him. To the audience.
Thoughts of what’s next flood my mind. I’ve always read about exhibitionism in those dirty monster books I read, but experiencing it? Experiencing it… especially when blindfolded, is something completely different.
I’m on display for the whole audience. Just a girl, dressed like a goddess, hoping she’s about to be worshipped.
Going commando tonight might have been the wrong decision. But also, let’s be real, there’s nothing more freeing than going without.
My pulse races, my need to feel him inside me overcoming all logical thoughts. Is it wrong? Probably. But fuck it, I’ll only live once anyway.
I feel his hands cupping my ass, giving it a slight jiggle before spreading me wide.
“Fuck yeah.” Someone from the crowd yells, making my cheeks turn red.
Rough leather rubs against my center, my slickness becoming apparent as he works little circles around me.
